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charlie watts

Her brown curly hair laid perfectly on her shoulders while her eyes was focused on a book. The records was playing in the background and the young girl hummed along.

When she heard the keys jangle and the door being unlocked, went her focus to the hallway. In came her loved man, the man she held so much love for.

"Good evening." She greeted him before she got up. He wrapped his long arms around her and snuggled into her neck.

"It's a good evening now." He gently whispered. Placing small kisses on her neck. Molly felt herself giggle at his action but let him go on. Her arms was around his neck, playing with his hair. "The dinner is ready. I suppose you're hungry." Charlie loosens his grip around her and stood straight up.

He did not forget to cup her cheeks on the way and gently laid his lips on hers. "That is my favorite part of coming home." He said before kissing her again and then headed for the bathroom. "Just got to wash of a little."

Molly kept her eyes on her boyfriend, smiling to herself. Charlie wasn't the man people thought Molly would fall for. He didn't smile much and seemed like a very closed person. While Molly sometimes could be a little outgoing. And she was smiling a lot.

And that's what attracted Charlie to her. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. It made the whole room light up, and Charlie felt himself loving it more and more. It was also her smile that made him smile a few times.

Charlie came back from the bathroom, watching his girlfriend from behind. She was dressed up in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. He couldn't hold back the smile when she turned around.

"That's something I like seeing on you." Molly said while walking towards him. "That very handsome smile of yours." She stroked his cheek, Charlie keeping his eyes on her face. "You are beautiful." He whispered. "How could you love someone like me?"

Molly froze, locking her eyes with his. She started to wonder where this all came from, not even knowing that Charlie had always felt insecure about himself.
"What's making you ask that?" She answers in a soft tone. "Look at me Mol, I'm nothing like anyone in your family want to see you with." Molly saw that he blinked away a few tears.

"Charlie, you're the beautiful one. Inside and out. I don't care what my family want. I care about what I want. And I want you. Just you."

Charlie could see the love in her eyes.

"I love the bored drummer. I love the drummer that comes home to me. I love the drummer who kisses me like I was his last kiss. I love the drummer who holds me close whenever he can. I love the drummer who doesn't give up. I love the drummer of The Rolling Stones. I love Charlie Watts."

She paused for a second.

"I love you."

She kissed him, feeling him melt under her touch. Charlie on the other hand had never heard anything like that before. No one had ever told him how much they loved him. "And I love Molly. I love her, I love her, I love her. I love Molly Smith." He smiled brightly as he spun her around. "And one day I'll make her Molly Watts."

Molly giggled at his excitement, hugging him tighter than before. Cause nothing could make her stop loving this man. Nothing. No one.